Your eyes are open but your lips are silent. Full of a quiet violence. Of screams and ashes burnt by your mistakes, I opened the door too late. I don’t know how much I care, go on and fall down. Leave us all behind. I’m fine. I’m not quiet anymore, can’t be your core. We’re okay. With what I’ve seen. Push the needles against your vein. Show me how it’s done. How do I run?

You’ve got to see yourself, through the eyes of someone else.

Sensuality on the floor couldn’t take it anymore. Sleek white thighs and deep black eyes, She never had a chance. This is fake at it’s finest. And her death just has to be the best. Always perfect always first, in order of death and birth. You can’t be reborn when, for such things, you have such scorn. I don’t want that anymore. An insomniac’s grin plastered on her skin, shadows under her bones as if they’ve found a home. Eating disorders anonymous. Is this what she really wants?